romance – Emmy The Writer

The death of a soul

My soul sleeps…
wearily and restlessly but it attempts to sleep.

Your dreams were larger than life but unfortunately, I found with time, they were just that…dreams.

A meek kiss as a formality
Toothpaste on his lips
Midnight cigarette on hers

He believed he was meant to be alone to protect himself, until the night that his howl echoed in response, and he found her.

He set off a fire that no one could put out

There are no rules to love, except…

So many people create a list in their heads describing the perfect partner, but are you of equivalent measures?